40. Princess Run (15) – FREE LAST!!!!!!!!
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The original form of the name Theodore means “gift of God,” and Christiansen means “son of a Christian.” By the time he was born, the traditional Earth religions were already in tatters, but the traces of their permeation into various cultures remained intact in the name.
Born to a devout Christian family, which is rare these days, he was often so self-absorbed that he thought his talents were truly a gift from God. Ironically, he also showed great achievement in mocking God’s providence.
‘Te, Theo! What the heck… Oh, my God! What have you done?!’
As a warlock, he took delight in making the dead walk, with the ultimate goal of freeing himself from the fear of death.
The choice of orcs and goblins as sacrifices was not due to any personal hatred for those races. When hatred for the weak is widespread in society, even those who are not genuinely angry at the group are prone to violence. It is easy and convenient to sacrifice those whom society cares less about and whose police are not dedicated to protecting.
Theo Christiansen was also, if we must categorize him, one of those types of people. And his violence was realized by sacrificing his opponents as black magic or consuming them as zombies.
‘Yes, we’ll give you free food. We’ll even help you find a job! Come follow us.’
Civic groups have been raising their voices and calling for an investigation into the disappearance of goblins across Europe, especially in Eastern Europe, but the government has turned a deaf ear.
It was only after significant numbers of orcs began to disappear that serious concerns began to arise among construction, farming and fishing workers that they began to move.
The overconfident Theo and his followers crossed a fine line. They kidnapped and killed far more non-humans than the Human Rights Solidarity killed in the same period.
‘Over here! Theo Christiansen is here!’
After a chase that even included the Elder Dragon, the Oslo School he led collapsed and Theo began a long period of exile. Even in the midst of all this, his research did not stop, and he was able to form a pretty good partnership with the Human Rights Solidarity. Although their destinations were different, their paths overlapped.
Because both sides needed the blood, suffering, and corpses of non-humans.
Also, as a warlock, Theo did not forget his grudge, and when he received intelligence that ‘he’ had joined as Princess Vermi’s bodyguard, he immediately volunteered.
‘I’ll take care of this. You won’t be disappointed.’
Because it was a good opportunity to get revenge on an opponent who would not be satisfied even if you tore his flesh and chewed his bones while he was alive.
Moreover, the red dragon that had been watching over them was no longer on Earth, so this situation was literally like a ‘gift from God.’
It should have been so.
Shhhh!
Boom! Boom bang bang!
Flames, acidic fluid, and black clouds erupted ceaselessly from Theo Christiansen’s hands.
Assassinating the princess, who had a crocodile head on her shoulders, was a secondary priority for him.
That wicked quarter-elf who wraps his body in a shadow monster and runs around restlessly. That enemy.
His dream was to catch the bastard and torture him until he begged to be killed. He had recharged his black magic for today, even going to extremes. For the past month, there has been no day when blood has dried on his fingers, and the screams of the sacrifices have settled in his ears like scabs.
But, but···.
“Why the hell aren’t you dying!”
The blond man screamed.
Something is wrong with this.
‘I… how many sacrifices have I offered so far!’
All the spells cast at Minjun were useless.
I didn’t think the curse would work in the first place. If you break down the black magic sects and rank them, the opponent was the most powerful curse magician in the world. In the first place, status magic doesn’t work among black magicians who have passed a certain level.
But it was strange that even the physical magic he was pouring out now didn’t work. For the difference to be this overwhelming… Yes, it was a gap that would only appear when Theo himself was playing with a black magician who had been around for about ten years.
It couldn’t be, but it felt as if the opponent had seen through all of his spells. What was maddening and disconcerting was that most of them were Theo’s ‘original’ spells that had never been used before.
I felt like I was being harassed by a ghost.
Pfft!
Just now another order fell through in vain, before it could even properly be completed.
Theo had no idea that most of the spells he boasted of as his ‘original and genius ideas’ were too many to break out of the boring mold that Minjun had seen so many times. Nor that his ‘amazing discovery’ had been witnessed and passed by countless aliens long before.
Minjun thinks calmly.
‘Slowly, the bastard’s strength is fading away.’
Now it was time to end it.
Whoosh! Whoosh!
Behind him, a mountain-like force blazed. A shadow monster swelled its body, blazing black. Despair filled Theo’s eyes as he watched it.
“You… what on earth have you done!”
The agent could not offer a sacrifice. It was beyond imagination that he had gathered that much power through self-sacrifice. He shouted in a voice thick with inferiority and anger.
“You bastard! Did you sell your body to a dragon?!”
‘What is that idiot talking about?’
Minjun snorted and drew a diagonal line. Shadow shells rained down, cutting through the air. Theo ran away in shock. He groaned as if he still couldn’t understand.
“What did you receive from the dragon that allows you to use magic like this and still be alive!”
It was true. I had flattered the dragon, crawled like a dog, and done all sorts of dirty things to him, and he had received a special artifact. I had no idea what it was, but guess what? It was something that dragons do.
“And then you act all arrogant and show off… You say that black magic that sacrifices others is illegal?! What’s the difference between you and me in the first place!”
Theo shouted out his spells in a fit of rage, his neck bloodshot. Of course, none of them reached Minjun.
Something was seriously wrong. When they met during the European sweep operation, Minjun’s strength was not this great. Theo knew that it was because there was no need to show off his strength in front of several elders at the time. It was natural.
‘This is wrong!’
I thought I could kill it. If only there weren’t an Elder Dragon nearby.
Hurrruk!
A black claw swiped past. Minjun’s attack was getting closer and closer. Theo felt the magic power he had concentrated on building up for today slowly running out.
I’m angry. Nothing goes as planned, nothing happens the way I want it to.
He cursed Minjun.
“Black magic is an art that is completed by killing and sacrificing someone! Self-sacrificing black magic? How long do you think you can survive by clinging to dragons and using irregular means! Being bound by petty morals and denying the identity of black magic? You will only continue to repeat self-destruction like that! How much longer can you live that way?!”
Minjun snorted again. The black magic he uses is an irregular method?
He sneered, recalling an old memory that had unexpectedly surged up in his mind.
“Black magic… was originally created to be used like this, you idiot!”
Another black mist rose from the wound he had made with the stone knife, filling him with strength. A certain determination flashed through Theo’s eyes as he saw it.
“Heh heh heh heh!”
A sinister laugh.
And after a very brief silence.
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“Really? Then… I’ll try that ‘sacrifice’ too!”
At that moment, Theo Christiansen’s sanity crumbled.
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Doo doo doo doo doo!
“Stop it!”
“Eww!”
While Minjun confronted Theo, the remaining agents who were still healthy escorted the princess and her entourage to the jump ship. Blair, who had to input the emergency jump code, also accompanied them. Since the poison was everywhere, a large number of detox scrolls were consumed before they could leave the building.
As we heard, the physical abilities of the Shutan people were very outstanding. Even though none of them had any special abilities, the agents had to keep up with them as they ran at full speed. In particular, the princess’s running ability was astonishing, and it was questionable how she could run so fast in a costume that seemed to be modeled after the characteristics of Earth’s wedding dress and mirror ball.
Of course, the agents couldn’t stay stuck on that question for long, because zombies were coming from all directions.
They all fought with various abilities, and the one who killed the most undead was the troll, Kal Hood.
‘Flame bomb!’
He used his specialty, enchantment magic, to give 20mm machine gun shells special properties.
Aim, fire!
Toodoodoodoo!
A heavy burst of gunfire was heard. The moment a shell that was fired more than ten times per second hit a zombie.
Boom! Boom!
The wounds left by the shells did not end with penetrating wounds. Everything visible burned with a cold light. The zombies writhed in the flames that swept here and there like a storm. However, their movements did not stop completely.
‘Flame resistance too?! What kind of crazy guy makes a zombie that strong!’
Cursing inwardly, the troll immediately changes the attribute and enchants again.
‘shot!’
The subsequent shots had a clear effect. As each bullet from the machine gun hit, a hail of light swept through the area like a claymore. If that group were normal creatures, it would have been wiped out in a matter of seconds. Because I could feel the magic power of the hood being sucked out in real time.
Kkeueek!
Kyaaaaah!
Torn flesh and shattered bone flew. Screams still leaked out and it writhed, but at least it could stop itself from getting this far.
“You’re killing it! You’re good!”
“I love you, Carl!”
A cheer erupted among the agents.
But that joy was short-lived.
“This is so damned, how many of them have you gathered?”
From beyond, from further away, it approaches again.
A wave of zombies.
“I can’t hold out like this for long! Get ready to jump quickly!”
The sword that had been talking like that suddenly gushed out blood.
“Agent!”
Blair knew why Carl Hood had suddenly collapsed. He had given up the deciphering scroll to other races, including the Shutan, because he was a troll. In this situation, the troll’s spirit of sacrifice and compromise, so ingrained in him that he reacted like a machine, was on display.
However, after being exposed to poison for so long, it is inevitable that the troll’s body will become abnormal. Their regenerative and detoxifying powers are not infinite. If they were, the troll would have become the strongest creature on par with the dragons.
“Here, Agent, get into the jump ship!”
Even without the frying pan, they could communicate with hand gestures. The strong Shutan people lifted the troll’s large body and carried it inside the jumping ship. She also stepped inside.
‘If this happens, we’ll all have to go to the Gelanco dimension, even if we have to come back later!’
With that in mind, she headed to the unmanned control room.
“!”
I stopped for a moment.
“What the heck?!”
The attendant asks with gestures of his hands and feet, seemingly wondering what he is doing instead of quickly entering the jump code.
But Blair Campbell’s face was ashen.
“this···.”
The moment she entered, she heard a sound. A faint vibration from beneath the floor she was standing on. It was a sound very familiar to Blair.
Below this is the cargo hold.
The communication exchanged with the committee came to mind. The weight of the cargo was much different from the previously reported weight, so I had to report it again. Of course, I checked that there were no signs of life, but according to the original procedure, the immigration office should have conducted a full cargo inspection before jumping. If it weren’t for the special situation like now, I would have done so naturally.
Now, an eerie light appeared in the elf’s eyes.
‘Yeah, if I hadn’t gotten on it, I would have jumped like this!’
There is something that only a few people at Jenkinson Company know: they take special measures to protect all the treasures stored in the lair against loss.
Of course, location tracking devices and magic marks are basic. However, even those who steal such blatant measures can easily detect and neutralize them. Especially if they are skilled enough to break through the dragon’s barrier.
So Jenkinson and his associates set out to psychologically exploit the potential criminals. They decided to use non-magical means, but they would attach a tag that would be hard to detect without prior information. A trained person would be able to tell that the item was Jenkinson’s.
The results of a long period of secret research have been applied, and all containers that contain or store treasures stored in Rare emit a unique sound and resonate sensitively. Even without necessarily hitting or touching them, they react to small sounds in the surroundings and become speakers in and of themselves.
However, the sound pressure is so low that ordinary people cannot hear it, and although it can be captured by mechanical devices, it is difficult to recognize that there is a ‘meaning’ hidden in the pattern without prior knowledge.
To put that in reverse, dragons and elves with prior knowledge can recognize the sound.
Many of the stolen treasures this time were liquids, and a few days would not be enough to safely replace the containers so that the contents would not be damaged. They were designed not to be easily disassembled as Jenkinson intended. The criminals would have had no choice but to move them in their original containers. If they had not been given enough time and had to take them out ‘today’!
The elf, who had been standing like a pillar of ice for a moment, spoke.
“Cargo hold! Let me check the cargo hold!”
It wasn’t until one of the attendants grabbed the handle of the frying pan that she understood what he meant. Then he looked at her as if she was talking nonsense.
“What’s going on right now?! Are you out of your mind?”
Even in the face of a crocodile baring its teeth and making a metallic noise, the elf did not back down.
“Yes, I must see it! Right now!”
“No, this is not the time! Enter the code quickly…!”
Without listening to the rest of the words, she put the frying pan away. Flames seemed to pour out of her eyes. She looked around to see if any of the agents could help her, but Carl Hood, who had taken refuge inside the jump ship, had already lost consciousness, and the rest were fighting the zombies outside.
‘I can’t just let it go like this!’
I couldn’t do that even if I had to be killed by zombies.
One person comes to mind.
‘Agent Ye Min-jun!’
I don’t know what the situation is right now, but at this moment, it felt like there was no one else I could trust.
“I’m getting off!”
The moment Campbell turned back towards the jump ship door.
“!”
Something hot touched the back of her head. She could smell burning hair.
Pain drew its shape. It was a machine gun port, still red-hot from a long time after it had fired its shells.
She slowly pulled away and turned her head.
There, Princess Vermi was glaring at him. The Steiner had an expression he had never seen before, and his teeth were bared menacingly. The princess growled, holding the 20mm machine gun with one hand, which even a troll would have to hold with both hands.
“Shut up and go key in the damn code, bitch.”
It was a surprisingly fluent English pronunciation.
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– Jump complete! We have arrived at ‘Earth’.
– Have a comfortable journey to your destination.
After a leap that lasted several hours, we arrived on Earth and were greeted by the warm welcome of an artificial intelligence voice.
Dell’s eyes lit up with a bright smile.
He says it as if he is making a promise to himself.
‘Wait! I’ll set you free soon!’
Before opening the jump ship’s door, we request permission to open the door from the control center at this terminal in accordance with the Pan-Dimensional Agreement.
He spoke the international language he had studied in advance with a somewhat awkward pronunciation.
“Ah, ah! This is ‘DEL-2520.’ I repeat, this is ‘DEL-2520.’ Requesting completion of jump report and permission to open the gate. KRICN, please respond. KRICN, please respond···.”
It was strange. There was no answer in return.
She didn’t know it, but it was expected. There was no one alive in the control center right now.
“What’s going on?”
As I touched the system control panel, several messages appeared. I was able to belatedly check the contents of several communications sent from Earth while external communications were cut off.
It was an attempt by the control center to create a time difference between the outbound and inbound signals in preparation for Princess Vermi’s emergency escape. However, it was not ultimately delivered.
After much thought, she eventually opened the door.
And then I stiffened my body.
“······Oh my god, what on earth is going on?”
There was a sea of fire all around.
From afar, a horde of zombies is rushing in, and various magic and abilities are being used as battle is taking place on the jump ship moored in the outbound slot.
“war?”
Moreover, as soon as I opened the door, my eyes started to sting and my throat felt sore, which was unusual.
Judging by the unusually smooth skin, it seems like someone has sprayed some kind of soluble magic poison on her.
“Oh, my makeup is coming off.”
She grumbled and gestured. At that moment, all the toxic substances within a 1km radius evaporated cleanly. Of course, her face had a little bit of makeup on it, but there was no other noticeable abnormality.
“uh?!”
As she carefully looked around, she caught sight of one person.
“Why… why here?!”
It was fate. The world began to move in slow motion. Everything else around him turned black and white, and only one person was alive with vivid natural colors. It was dazzling.
Over there, a man crossing the sky.
Tightly pressed lips. Eyes filled with determination. Relentless movements. Magic seething without rest.
The moment I saw that sight, my lungs tightened and my heart raced.
“You came out to meet me? How did you know?!”
I tried to keep it a secret
I tried to surprise you.
In Del’s eyes, who had been grumbling like that, he saw ‘something’ rushing towards Minjun.
“?!”
She was quick to grasp the situation. She was once a prisoner herself, and had experienced various battles and unpleasant situations on the front lines.
Minjun was fighting right now.
But that opponent···.
“How dare that filthy thing!”
The joy and elation were fleeting.
Dell felt a boiling anger in his gut.
Dare… Dare!
The moment her two eyes rolled back.
The whole world went dark.
